The Seeds of PerilA Poem by Joanna MaharisThe Seeds of Peril
The earth's blood gushes
back through the spinal tap belonging to the Gulf of Mexico. Mothering the life within these stricken waters are heroic hands who fish out the geese, and cleanse their bodies to rid them of the black teas immersed all over their heads, feathers and their entire bodies. What's a nation to do when our land is so askew? The seeds of peril breed contempt for those who carelessly blew the lines so the mighty opportunists could allow their drams of greed to fortify no matter what the cost to land and dreams. © 2010 Joanna MaharisAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on June 24, 2010 Last Updated on June 24, 2010 AuthorJoanna MaharisKalamazoo, MIAboutGraduate of Western Michigan University with a BA degree in Writing, which has been my passion since the tender age of six. Grew up in Kalamazoo, Michigan where I currently reside. I love to read al.. more..Writing
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